Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.